When Alcohol Isn't Enough(Open)

[Varus Shatterstar]

There was something nagging at the back of his mind, and it had been for months now. He couldn't quite figure out what it was, but he had found that no amount of physical punishment in the gym, the training rooms or even in the wilds of Ossus, running for hours at a time until he collapsed, had been able to sate his mind and restless body. It was inexplicable what had befallen the young Jedi Knight, but he wasn't as worried about what it was that was torturing him every waking moment as he was trying to figure out how to satisfy that aching, nagging, unnamed thing.

It was like a slow, burning frustration that singed him deep down in his core. Beneath all the calm and control, there was a burning restlessness that had been there for a long time, and the only thing that he could think of to cure such a thing was to break a few knuckles. He needed to work out his frustrations, and unfortunately nothing else was working. Despite his preference to avoid violence at all cost, Varus did used to have a darker side to him, and it wasn't a rarity to find him in less than reputable places going to war with less than reputable men for sport. There were few places that he could do so in a somewhat controlled environment, however, though he'd known a few places that he could check.

Corellia​

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The Rigid Rancor​

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In the dank basement of the aptly name "Rigid Rancor Bar" in the Undercity districts of Corellia there were grunts and growls that could be heard, just barely, above cheers and chatter. In that basement, at the bottom of a rickety, wooden staircase, there was a large, open room with a duracrete floor that was currently playing host to around a hundred people encircled around a pair of men swing at one another, back and forth. One man was about 6'5", the other just over six feet tall, and they had been going at it for a couple of minutes now before the shorter man landed a couple, flush blows to the left side of the taller man.

With a quick lurch backwards, the taller man fell into pushing and shoving gamblers and spectators who caught him, like the ropes of a ring, but instead of rebounding the fight back into the ring, they threw him at the other man, who rared back and attempted to deliver a fight ending blow. The taller man was quicker than expected, however, and ducked the man's wild, overhead punch and delivered a straight right to the shorter man's nose as he passed along side him.

The shorter man wobbled as the fighter's both turned and squared off again, and without a moment's hesitation, each fight charged back across the cold, duracrete basement floor at one another. The shorter man released a flurry of blows that the taller man mostly avoided, but as he pressed the pace, the taller man struck the shorter man with a left hook, stunning him for a moment as a right hook came full force, knocking the man out on his feet. As the shorter man struggled to keep his balance, however, the taller man rared back once more and delivered a bone cracking blow to the man's face, snapping his head back and throwing him off of his feet, a few moments suspended in time as all eyes watched the scene, sweat, blood and spit hanging in a mist around the fighters as heat of the fight burned through their veins.

Sapphire eyes that belonged to Varus Shatterstar watched as the shorter fighter landed on the flat of his back and fell immediately limp, and when he did, Varus dropped his blood drenched fists. Pinkish, stained hand wrappings dangled from either of his hands as he took a couple of steps back, the basement erupting in cheers as a portly, smelly man raced out and grabbed his right hand, hoisting it above his head as the cheering ensued, but Varus quickly yanked his hand away from the man and made his way over to the fallen fighter, helping a few of the others pick him up and drag him out of the ring, to which he returned a few moments later to wait on his fourth opponent of the night, his jaw sore and cheek beginning to swell.

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[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Fight club
Allies: Crew: [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"] [member="Haaza Kutter"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Duyuri"]
Enemies: Undecided

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Objective: Getting creds

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A haggard man with a weather beaten face, a growth of hair that rounds the upper lip and crawls down the chin, a military style coat tucked around him bordering his knees, with flannel trimmings hanging from the shoulders, leading a group of men. "This spacer got a mean right hook, but Cadan my man you've got the meanest punch in our group, maybe except for the cyborg but that's unfair."

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan's left hand would curl up into a fist, he'd bring it into his right hand and crack his knuckles. "I suppose I can teach this little human a lesson!" He'd say letting out a bark of laughter. "Hold Sunshine for me." He'd pass over his DL-18, aswell as his worn out, shot up, and slightly bloodied trench coat, and his green under shirt over to Flannigan. "Wish me luck Thraxis." He'd give a wink to Thraxis.
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"]

 

[Thraxis]

"Captain, how come whenever I follow you to anywhere I always end up in places like this?" Thraxis would say, his face showing signs of bitterness, "Why don't we ever go any where fancy? I mean, I enjoy getting into fights just as much as the next, but I do like to take breaks from seeing blood getting spilled." Loosely following [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], he would keep hold of his guns, keeping sure that he and his mates were not the target of some belligerent oaf.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"Thought you liked these places, I suppose we could go to a high class cantina." he'd roll his arm's in their sockets stretching his coat moving in sync setting his multi hued patches rippling before settling around his form. "But I grew up on Tatoonie, I don't know anything about class."​

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[member="Thraxis"]​

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Varus took his time in getting settled so that he could wait for the next fighter to step up. He tried to avoid the clamoring spectators who were patting him on the shoulders and rubbing his back and arms, some more interested in making sure he was limber for his next fight. He found his way over to one side of the open circle of people and sat down on a bench, reaching down and snatching a bottle of water from the ground as he took a couple deep breaths. It didn't take him long to calm himself down, having practiced patience and resolve on Ossus by way of meditation.

His senses were quickly gathered, and he was as alert as he always was in a matter of moments, but as he waited for someone else to step up and turned the bottle up on his face and squeezed, releasing a cool spray of water against his forehead that soaked his hair and slicked across his face, neck and shoulders. It wouldn't be long before someone else came to relieve a little tension, and gauging how Varus was feeling that day, he could be there all night.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] - [member="Thraxis"] - [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan would enter the 'ring', his large, red eyes examining Varus. Sweat dropplets forming over his face, he'd wipe them away with his left hand, running the back of it running over his burnt and scarred right cheek. "So! I think it's time that you and I got to meet, man to man." He'd lick his lips, seeming to be excited about the concept of a fight.
"Make sure you bid on me!" He would shout to the room.
[member="Varus Shatterstar"]

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Varus watched the man with a look of stone upon his face. He was neither impressed nor intimidated by the male alien sentient, and there to him there was no reason to be. Varus was in pristine physical condition, with years of hard work and relentless work ethic to attribute to raw and untamed strength. This man would soon find that out first hand, for Varus was in no mood for games and trash talk. He was very serious, and he did not fear those who showboated before a fight.

It was bold and foolish when one considered that most enemies you knew nothing about. It was often that those with which we quarreled were unknown to us, making them that much more dangerous. Varus never underestimated his opponents, but it appeared that this man just might.

Taking one last sip from his bottle of water, Varus pushed himself up off of his stool and tended to his wrappings as stragglers cleared out of the circle between he and [member="Cadan Tazi"]. The following few moments that fists weren't flying were precious moments that he chose to use for the purposes of sizing up his opponent, a look of determination and absolute calm upon his face.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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He'd turn moving to Thraxis, his hand planted firmly on his shoulder pulling him closer. "We trip 'im up. Given the chance we push this into Cadans favour." he'd say turning to form in with the circle of men, smoke frothing from his mouth in plumes from his cigar. "C'mon Cadan, you've got the Jackals pride runnin' on ya!"​

[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Thraxis"]​

 

[Keira Priest]

Spoiler

Figured I might as well jump in since it's been dead for awhile, and I wanted to post anyhow. Because Keira hasn't gotten in enough fights with the Jedi already or anything.

It was rare indeed for Keira to find herself in her homeworld of Corellia, the planet she was born but not raised on, having traded the relative lawlessness for the dogmatic, ascetic life of a Jedi at a young age. Just as quickly it had become apparent that the profession of a righteous, noble freedom fighter wasn't for her, and so she had followed her roots and family to the Red Ravens criminal syndicate, with which she was currently employed. It wasn't a respectable occupation, nor was it one of the most memorable. But she had friends, family close at hand and something to fight for, which was more than most that inhabited the galaxy could say.

What brought her to not only this particular planet but the Rigid Rancor didn't have anything to do with any of the aforementioned things. In fact, she still hadn't quite puzzled out what had driven her to step inside this establishment out of all those available in the Corellian Undercity. There wasn't anything remarkable about it, and it wasn't as if it stood out to the average onlooker. Of course, she was anything but average. Her intrigue likely had something to do with the ripples through the Force that could be felt blocks away, indicative of some type of combat underway. There had been nothing more worthy of investigating or otherwise busying her time with, so to the source of those tremors she did go.

This brought her to the basement of the previously mentioned establishment, crowded with aliens, humans and near-humans of every variety, all of them in various stages of exertion or exhaustion, many stained with blood from what was nothing more severe than a simple bare-handed sparring match. No stranger to participating in a number of events similar she was only vaguely interested, managing to weave her way through the crowd to at least glimpse at the current combatants, ignoring the looks she was likely receiving, a female in a currently male-dominated space. Let them underestimate her all they wished, because she was more than capable of defending herself.

It took only the barest of glances through the crowd and a faint searching through the Force for her to recognize one of the men. The smallest of smiles turned up the corners of her mouth, and she made her way to the edge of the arena comprised entirely of organic bodies. "I don't think I've seen you since Kashyyyk." What an interesting place to meet a Jedi.

[member="Varus Shatterstar"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan's fist would come up and he would ready himself for a fight. All bantering and jokes were set aside as he eyed down his opponent. "Whenever your ready, boy." He'd say, adding emphasis on the word 'boy'.
Cadan had been in his fair share of fights, but most of them he would cheat in. He knew that he would have to rely on his own wits and combat skills to beat his oppenent today.
The calm look on Varus's meant that he knew what he was doing, Cadan could tell. He shook his hands a little, and clenched his fists.
[member="Varus Shatterstar"]

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

"I haven't been a boy for years, Buggeyes.", Varus whispered back to the man as he slowly shuffled across the hard, duracrete floor with his hands raise, his shoulders pulled up and tight. He held his hands clenched tight at either side of his face in a boxer's stance as he stalked his opponent, picking the man apart with his eyes and seeing that, although he looked tough, he couldn't have had much experience with technique. He could tell that the man had been in many fights before based on his confidence alone, but there wasn't much to the way he moved or the way he carried himself in the way of style.

That moment right before he attacked his opponent, however, Varus heard a soft young voice. The voice of a woman he'd encountered before who made it blatantly obvious who she was with what she'd said to him. She'd said something about Kashyyyk that reminded him of that day, and he'd strongly thought about not even acknowledging her, but he thought better of it and decided to say something simply in return. "No, you haven't.", he said firmly as he attacked [member="Cadan Tazi"] with a floury of straight jabs at his neck and face, using his long arms to keep distance between he and the alien.

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

All though Cadan was expecting an attack, he was surprised when Varus spoke. He thought that Varus was distracted and went to attack, but instead was caught off guard and bombarded with jabs. From that moment he knew he was up against a seasoned fighter.

Cadan managed to recover and defend himself from some of the hits, but others slipped through, he was battered with punches. One caught him in the throat which cause him to start coughing, and made him angry. Cadan retaliated by attempting to hit Varus across the face with a furious right hook, putting all of his force into it.
[member="Varus Shatterstar"]

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

That was the frustration Varus was waiting for, and with it Varus aimed to take advantage of the alien's eagerness to hurt him. He was already angry in the first few moments of their fight, and now he was swinging for the fences with everything he had. That was exactly what Varus was waiting for, and as the red eye'd alien threw his punch Varus leaned to the side, allowing his fist to sail over his shoulder as the rest of his body came forwards in his momentum.

They were close together, and Varus had the upper hand allowing his opponent to come forwards with his rage. There would likely be a full second of almost complete defenselessness that his opponent would leave open with such a powerful blow, and he took advantage by stepping into the man and thrusting his right arm up, fist aimed at the ribs of Cadan's left side, intent on breaking ribs if he could manage to strike him hard enough. He still refused to rely on the force, however, which wouldn't necessarily weaken the blow. Varus, after all, was an incredibly large and powerful man for being just a man in a galaxy of a spectacular assortment of creatures.

His entire arm thrust upwards in a vicious uppercut aimed to break bone, and as his body rose, Varus pushed against the duracrete floor with every single muscle in his body throbbing with adrenaline. If his blow landed, it very well could be match ending, not to mention the fact that it could collapse the bottom of one of his lungs or thrust a shattered rib into vital organs if worst came to worst.


[member="Cadan Tazi"] - [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

After putting all of his weight and strength into one punch, Cadan's eyes widen even more so as he saw Varus duck, he knew that what he had done was a mistake, and that was confirmed when he felt a sudden pain strike up in his ribs. The pain he felt turned into rage, but it hurt to even move.

"Blasted Sith Spawn!" Cadan would yelled out as he collapsed onto the floor holding his ribs. Cadan was winded and lying on the floor, taking in the oxygen in quick, ragged gasps.

[member="Varus Shatterstar"]

 

[Jemima Armandé]

Paislee stepped into the ring and threw a punch at [member="Varus Shatterstar"]'s face. She stood in front of [member="Cadan Tazi"], her fists closed tightly and ready to leap into action. "You idiot, we have jobs to do. Stop getting yourself beaten up." she hissed at the alien before turning her attention back to the man in front of her.
But after all, Cadan was part of the team.

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

When the Alien combatant collapsed and clutched it's ribs, Varus circled his downed opponent, watching him carefully and making sure that this wasn't any sort of act. His fist had struck home a fight ending blow if he'd managed to damage an internal organ or break ribs, though he was a very cautious man who liked to be certain in cases like this. Fortunately for him he had the reinforcement of the force to show him the truth, and in his empathetic abilities he could actually feel the pain the rolled like heat off of the blue alien's body. It was a potent enough amount of pain that it actually made Varus himself feel a twinge of soreness that wasn't actually there in his own ribs.

Realizing he'd all but won the match, Varus circled back around to his opponents front and didn't waste another second. He took one long step and planted his left foot, torquing his midsection and whipping his right leg around full circle intent on snapping Cadan across the face with the top portion of his foot. A leg kick to a downed opponent would certainly put the alien down, considering a kick to the head could even kill a lesser opponent, but this was the pits, and the pits didn't follow by any rules and fighters certainly didn't have to respect any out of place code among their kind.

The moment a young woman stepped between he and Cadan, however, Varus was thrown for a bit of a loop. He stopped his kick mid swing and even lost his balance as she threw a punch at him out of nowhere, forcing him back, though he caught himself before he'd fallen to the ground. Keeping his feet, Varus fell into some of the spectators making up the ring around the two fights and was immediately pushed back towards the downed alien fighter and the girl who'd stepped in to help him. He stopped himself before he'd stumbled to close, however, a rather displeased look on his face as he eyed the young, blue haired girl with a rather displeased look on his face.

"What the hell is this all about!?", Varus yelled at her as the spectators began to curse and bark at them in displeasure for the stoppage of the fight.

[member="Cadan Tazi"] - [member="Paislee Armandé"] - [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Jemima Armandé]

Paislee hissed at Cadan "Why did you get into this?" Then she turned and smirked at the man. "Anyone can fight this alien." she said, which wasn't true but she was buying time for [member="Cadan Tazi"] to recover himself. "But can you beat me?" She threw a punch upwards, towards [member="Varus Shatterstar"]'s jaw, quick yet powerful. She was agile and quick in fighting.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan would try to climb up off the floor, clutching his ribs. From what he could feel, they were only broken, which was good. He climbed up from the ground and stumbled into the spectators. As they did with Varus, they pushed him back in, one getting him in the ribs again. The pain was immense and Cadan looked towards the certain person who had done. I will remember you the look seemed to say. But the Spectator was far too interested in the on goings of the fight.

"Paislee! This boy won, let him be!" Cadan would shout, gritting his teeth at the pain it caused him.

"Let the fight go on!" Shouted one of the spectators, which was followed by a chorus of agreement. A rogue bottle would hit Cadan in his shoulder, but not smashing as it hit the ground.

[member="Paislee Armandé"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"]

 

[Dax Odikai]

It came as no surprise when the Duros hit the floor. That wild hook had left him wide open, and his opponent had more than demonstrated his proficiency tonight. All it had taken was one strong punch, and the poor bastard collapsed under his own weight. It wouldn't be long now.

Before the winner could deliver the coup de grâce, however, a young woman from the crowd came in swinging, forcing the man back a step. A few words were exchanged, the noise surrounding him more than obscuring their meaning. It was hardly important, anyway. As the alien stumbled back to his feet, the newcomer seemed to have made the fight her own, taking another swing at the man.

It didn't take a doctor to know that a rib or two had been broken. Balls and bluster notwithstanding, continuing to fight in his condition would be beyond foolish. Daxis made his way to the edge or the ring, taking a position close to the Duros. He could hardly pull a standing fighter back out without getting eaten alive, but the least he could do was take a look at the man when it was over.

[member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Paislee Armandé"] [member="Keira Ticon"]